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How are things feeling simultaneously hot and cold is beyond your comprehension. Goosebumps forming upon your supple skin from being exposed to the chilly air of the room, yet the warm touches was more than enough to cause a collision in temperatures when the CEO trailed his fingers, raking it as he traced the shape of your body.
“I wonder what I’ll have to do to have you join my company” the very face of Liyue Industries stared down at you; his amber eyes flickered in interest, accompanied by a sultry smile as he felt you up. Not a single skin was left untouched when he lovingly squeezed you, chuckling to himself every once in a while, at the sight of how your breasts were moulded in the shape of his palms.
“S—sir!” you whimpered when he rolled your erected nubs.
“Zhongli” he stated, capturing your attention when he raised your chin to look at him.
“Zhongli” he made it an order for you to repeat it—and you did. The second syllable of his name came out in a high-pitched cry when Zhongli pinched your nipples and later soothing it by drawing lazy circles around the areolas.
No one would’ve thought the cultivated man is freaky in the sheets. Zhongli’s turned down admirers despite them being in his league, which is why you couldn’t exactly understand what made him so enamoured by you. You were just an aspiring intern currently waiting to be absorbed into the Snezhnaya Corporation as a permanent employee.
Your attention was quickly shifted to the sound of belt unbuckling; little clinks of the prong hitting against the buckle as Zhongli undid the band and it was quickly used as a makeshift cuff to keep your wrists together. The smirk he wore sent a throb within your core, knowing full well what the situation entails, and you weren’t gonna leave the meeting room without a limp or two.
The CEO pressed his face against your belly, leaving a wet trail as his tongue slid higher up until the muscle was resting between the valley of your breasts. Zhongli revelled in the warmth and pressed his head to hear the pounding heartbeats within your chest.
“Hmm… you’re excited. What about…?” a yelp left your lips as your underwear was tucked aside for his intruding fingers to gather the moisture of your hungry slit. Zhongli was well amused when he looked at his fingers—a thin line of wetness connected between the digits as he parted them.
“Tell me… does the head of Snezhnaya Corp make you as wet?” he hummed, continuing his ministrations—rubbing your slit with precision, carefully avoiding your sensitive pearl as he did so. You squirmed beneath his weight, embarrassed at such question and the rising blush certainly didn’t help your situation. Zhongli was getting a little impatient at the lack of answer, so he forced out a verbal response by plunging a digit past your entrance. The shlick sound of your hungry cunt and your restrained whines was egging Zhongli on. Snezhnaya Corporation really does train their workers well—including the interns.
“Nnngghh” it was harder to ignore his dearest member pressing against his pants, begging for attention for whenever Zhongli managed to draw an erotic noise out of you. Another finger, and you began quivering under his touches as the man managed to find that sweet spongy spot to abuse. The golden eyes watched in delight—your half-lidded eyes, and how the little trickle of spit was coming out of your dirty dirty mouth. He had wanted you to suck his cock, but perhaps next time. For now, Zhongli wanted to show you first-hand the benefits of being employed by Liyue Industries.
Zhongli went on, plunging his fingers in and out of your aching hole and making a ‘come hither’ motion once in a while, causing a ball of excitement to rise. You began blubbering a series of incorrigible words and desperately moved your hips in tandem to every thrust of his fingers. You were almost there, seeing the promised land just at the edge of the horizon—and it disappeared like a mirage.
A broken sob left you as you turned aside, feeling a little bullied and broken-hearted when Zhongli denied you your orgasm. However, having to witness Zhongli bringing his slick-coated fingers to his lips and licking it like a starving man lit up a new kind of fire within your belly. “Don’t worry, (y/n)…” he assured, affectionately kneading your love handles with one hand while the other worked on undoing his pants.
Something rock hard and hot was nudging against your sopping entrance. Zhongli patted his engorged length upon your cunt, coating his cock with your wetness. The bastard made sure you made eye-contact, offering you a smirk before sliding into you. Your toes curled at the slight friction despite the lubrication. Zhongli had the girth, and by the feeling of it, his cock had a lovely curve that kisses your sweet spot all the same.
The man couldn’t help but shudder at how snug it felt as he bottomed out; balls filled with virile seed pressing against your ass as he paused for a moment, allowing the both of you to catch your breaths before he started pumping. Zhongli’s hands explored you all over, motivated to find soft spots that could carry you higher as you both did the deed. One hand found its way to your erected clit, feeding it with all the forgotten attention from early on. A low grunt left the CEO as your pussy clenched when he flicked your nub. He felt drunk from all the tightness.
“I’m afraid I couldn’t leave if you’re holding onto me so tightly” he teased, licking the shell of your ear. His warm breath brings out more goosebumps upon your skin. He was pleased with himself for every moan he managed to elicit out of you—and Zhongli was going to make sure you were all over the place before returning you to Snezhnaya Corp.
You felt like a traitor for being so turned on by the rivalling CEO—biting your lips to prevent any more moans from spilling to rob the man from all the pleasure from hearing your lewd sounds. That idea was turned down when Zhongli realized it. He forced his thumb to open your lips, pressing the digit flat upon your tongue as more of your keening howls graced his ears. It gave Zhongli a renewed sense of purpose, to jackhammer your cunt and ensure that every thrust sends jolts beneath your skin. He was going to pave his shape into your body, and no one was ever going to stop him. Not even the CEO of Snezhnaya Corp.
It was hard having to catch up with his increasing thrusts, and you felt like a ragdoll for moving along with the motion of his hips. A high-pitched cry left for every time Zhongli manages to hit your cervix with the blunt tip of his cock. The coil in your stomach began to tighten once again, and Zhongli’s pace was starting to let up as your insides tightened around his shaft—eager to milk the man dry with whatever he has to offer you.
“Zhong—li… I’m…cumming…” you said with gritted teeth, screwing your eyes shut as he rode the both of you to your orgasms. You came first, seeing the sparks behind closed eyelids as the band finally snapped. The man came not long after, relishing the tightness of your cunt as he gave a few last thrusts before finally painting your walls white with his seed.
He pushed aside the locks of hair that were matted against your sweaty forehead before pressing a warm kiss. “So…what do you think of working with me?” he huffed—the usual calm façade wearing thin as he was catching his breath. Zhongli know he’s getting old, but it doesn’t help that his sex drive was too strong.
“It sounds lovely… sir…” he shot you an unimpressed look. “Zhongli…” you corrected and watched how his expression softened once more.
“But I’m already under contract with the corporation” you reasoned. Zhongli sighed, pulling out, making your cunt feeling empty at his absence. He returned with a wet cloth and cleaned up as if you both didn’t have a sexual scuffle mere moments ago. While you cleaned yourself up, Zhongli picked up a pen and proposed an idea.
“You drive a hard bargain, (y/n). But you’re wrong to think that I wouldn’t do anything to have you in my company. How about a truce?” the meaning behind Zhongli’s smirk is anything but pure.